September 11, 2018by Dami Ajayi

Tuesday Poem by Hauwa Nuhu Shaffii

and she glides and glides

in a club in sabon gari,
a woman sways her body to
the dark song playing from her bones.
i know because right now, we belong
to the same wind.
she swings offbeat at first,
but soon, the music without melds
with the music within.
and then she grinds her darkness into powder
with footwork i recognize as ours.
it shoots through her
and she glides and glides.
she twirls her faux hair and that is when i see the henna
on her hands. i ask her in a tongue i’m now certain we share
who spoilt your heart, who spoilt your heart
she cuts her eyes deep into mine until they hurt and i squint.
and she glides and glides

  • Another beautiful poem as expected.😘😘

    Hauwa Saleh / 6:28 am / Reply
  • Amazing

    Oluwatobi Ifeoluwa akinola / 6:28 am / Reply